[Ryan still doesn't actually move from the sink, head starting to swim a little as the alcohol catches up and the gravity of the situation sets in. He doesn't seem to be upset, though mostly confused what comes next. He shifts a little, zipping his jeans back up and turning to face Elliot as he watches him reapply his make-up. He rolls his eyes at the comment.]

Yes I know that was sarcasm. I'm a performer. I have to be fluent in sarcasm if I want to survive here. [He hums, arms loosely wrapped around his stomach as he readjusts his clothes again, hat included.]

What time is it?